Numbers. Numbers dance in my head. What day is it, what time is it, what is his BS number, number of carbs, how many units, etc...etc...etc...numbers, needles, and blood. I've never been much for any of those, now my son depends on them for his life. And I've had to adjust. Now numbers and math affect me (and my baby) in real life. Now they mean something. They mean something real. They are important.
Last night and today have been harder adjustment days. For example, today Sugar Bear laid down around 2:15pm and hubby thought he was just resting. I came in and talked to him for a few minutes as I was getting ready to go grocery shopping. It wasn't our normal testing time but something made me check. Maybe it was the fact that he doesn't normally "fall asleep" that quickly or take middle of the day naps or that he stopped talking with me but I decided I needed to know what his BS was before I left.